Chapter 15
My stomach buzzeswith nerves on the drive back up Queen Anne’s Hill to my mom”s house. It doesn”t feel like anxiety but anticipation. Neither of us says a word, even through the heavy traffic, and the almost thirty minutes it takes to get to the house.
He”s been so careful with me. So hesitant to hold my hand or kiss me. It didn”t used to be that way. How can I tell him that I want to take things at a slow speed, but I still want the fire that we used to have? I”m not even sure how that would look. The only thing I do know is that I am going to have to make the first move, because he is watching me for cues.
I stretch my hand across the seat and reach my pinky out further to lightly brush his hand. He turns his face to look at me. I watch his hazel eyes go from curious to that sexy, molten gold and green. It”s the color that I only ever see when it”s just the two of us.
“Tessa? I”m going to need you to spell it out for me because I don”t want to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable.”
“You know how much I love going into detail about—I can”t even say it.” I look down at our hands. He flips my hand over and lightly strokes his fingers over my palm. It”s an innocent touch, but the result is making me squirm in my seat.
I see his lip twitch, but then he schools his features back to a serious expression. “You”re going to have to tell me what you want, Vixen.”
I swallow hard. “Slow doesn”t mean nothing.”
“You just tell me how far and that”s where we stop,” he says, without hesitation.
I gave him a skeptical look. “And what if I stop you before you get a turn?”
The driver looks at us in the rearview mirror, and Ford turns to glare at him. Having been on the receiving end of one of those glares, I am not surprised when the driver immediately focuses back on the road.
Ford”s attention comes back to me. “I am more than capable of taking care of myself, should the need arise. Like I said, my reputation was completely overblown, and I”ve done a lot of self-care over the last couple of years.”
The driver pulls up in front of my house not a moment too soon. Ford and I don”t take our eyes off each other as we exit the car. My body is vibrating, making it a little hard to stick the key in the lock. Once we”re inside the house, something comes over me, and I grab his hand and practically drag him back to my room.
I start to shove his shirt up his torso, licking and nipping at his abs as the fabric peels away. He takes the hint and pulls the shirt off in that sexy way men do by reaching behind his head and pulling it off. He”s got this adorable puzzled look on his face, but I”m pretty sure he will figure out what”s going on.
I put my hands on his chest and guide him back to my bed. I”m not sure where all of this is coming from, but I know that I can”t stop. I need this. I feel like somehow, in this moment, I”m reclaiming something. Not just the sense of power that was taken from me, but also this man who I”ve been without for way too long. I”ve sat back and let my life happen to me, and had the audacity to bitch about the consequences. I’m done with that shit.
My attention returns to Ford, who is patiently waiting, propped up on his elbows. He turns his head to the side, letting his eyes drag, up and down my body. His lips part, and his tongue slips out to swipe over his plump bottom lip. I have a sudden urge to bite it. He keeps telling me that he”s mine, and that he’ll give me anything I want. Well, right now what I want is to explore all of the creases, dips, and ridges on his toned, athletic body.
With his eyes still on me, I feel bold. I slowly start to strip off my clothes and am really grateful I chose to put on a sexy bra and underwear set. Ford groans and leans his head back. “You”re killing me, Vixen. I know I said I”m capable of taking care of myself, but do you have to make sure that I”m going to have to?”
I prowl toward him without answering. When I reach the bed, I crawl over the top of him and he scoots further up the bed as if he”s trying to keep some distance from me. Once he has nowhere else to go, he puts his hands on my hips to stop me. “Seriously, baby, I meant it, we can take this slow. This is not slow.”
“There”s something I want to see.”
He gestures to his naked torso. “Clearly.”
I bite my lip and take a moment to appreciate him. “Mmmm, that, too. But no. When you hugged me earlier, I didn”t freak out. And when we kissed?—”
“You mean when you kissed me?” he interrupts me.
“That”s exactly what I mean. I kissed you, or at least I took over. What if—” I drag my index finger down the middle of his chest down to his navel and circle it around. Then I continue on and hook my finger under the waistband of his jeans and give them a little tug before I start to loosen the button.
“What if I was the one in control this time? I don”t think I would be able to—” I lose my nerve and can”t say the words.
He reaches up and pushes my hair out of my face, gently, tucking it behind my ear. “You don”t think you would be able to give up the control, or you don”t think you would be able to feel me on top of you?”
I worry my bottom lip, while I try and muster up the courage to answer him. “Both, I think. I don”t know. I haven”t tried anything since, you know.”
Ford lays back on my bed. “I”m all yours, Vixen. Do what you want with me.”
“I want you to take off your shoes and pants,” I tell him as I move off to the side.
I”m kneeling on the bed, as I watch him strip down to nothing except his boxer briefs. Statues should be jealous of this man. “You”re still wearing too much. Lose the boxers.”
He cocks an eyebrow. He’s amused, but I can sense that he”s holding himself back. The fact that he is holding back his nature, shows me how much I can trust him. I know his instinct is to throw me on the bed and control everything that happens between us. He”s done it many times in the past. For him to give me this kind of power proves to me that he is all in with me.
I”m not sure if I”m ready to have sex. I just don”t know how I would feel even his fingers slip inside of me, but I don”t have any negative feelings associated with touching him. Just thinking about rubbing my hands all over him makes me tingle in a way I was afraid might have been stolen from me forever.
Ford stands at the side of the bed waiting for me to tell him what to do. I can”t help but push his buttons a little bit. I crawl toward him. He tightens his fists as he fights to hold himself still. When I get to him, I rub my hands all over his chest down his abs, but short of grabbing his glorious and very erect cock.
The tip is weeping a little pre-cum. I let my hands slide down the deep V cut along his hips and dig my fingers into them, pulling him closer to me. Once he”s right in front of me I lean forward and with my eyes locked on his, I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock. His whole body shudders in my hands, and one of his hands slips into my hair.
For a moment, I think he is losing his battle to give me control, but then he gently tugs on my hair to pull me away. “I can”t believe I am stopping this, but you don’t have to. I mean it”s fantastic. I”m definitely going to replay this later when I am handling this situation,” he gestures to his swollen erection, “but I don”t want you to feel like you have to do this to make me happy.”
“Don”t take this the wrong way, but this is kind of for me.”
His eyebrows knit together, and I see his Adam”s apple bob up and down. “That’s a new one. You”re telling me, that you”re blowing me, for you?”
I nod in reply.
His eyes widen, and that sinful grin of his makes an appearance. “I”m here for you, baby. Whatever makes you happy.”
I purse my lips. “I still want to take it slow, but by slow I mean—” I flick my tongue through his slit tasting the evidence of his desire. “I’m going to take my time with you.” I move over and pat the spot on the bed he was lying on before.
He returns to the spot I direct him to, and I have to admit having him follow my orders gives me a rush. I can see why he likes this so much. I lean over him and blow in his ear. “You”re being a really good boy for me.”
Ford growls, and I scrape my nails down his chest. He reaches above his head and grabs onto the headboard, probably to keep himself from grabbing me. His breathing picks up, lifting his magnificent chest up and down. I trace my finger around one dark-colored nipple. I crawl forward, purposely grinding my mound against his swollen cock.
He groans, but otherwise says nothing. I return my attention to his nipples, trading my finger for my tongue. Slowly, I repeat the same movement tracing the tip of my tongue around the hardening bud before I lightly pinch it between my teeth and pull.
His body jerks underneath me, and he arches his back. “You said slow, not torture.”
I nibble my way across his chest and repeat my attention to the other dusky nipple, giving it a little flick with my tongue while I stare up at him. “Use your words, Ford. What do you want?”
“Your mouth,” he says, panting.
“My mouth? Hmm, I”ve got a better idea.” I sit up and start rocking back and forth along his rigid length. The friction of him against my clit is sending jolts of electricity through my entire body. Initially, I thought maybe I would just enjoy touching him, but as long as I am the one in control, perhaps we can go further.
I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra. With the tip of my finger I slowly slide the strap down my arm. Ford’s eyes are glued to the show, but I hold the cups in place with my other arm until both straps are free. I lift the lacy material away, holding it between my index finger and thumb, and let it drop.
His fingers flex on the headboard, and I know it”s taking great effort not to reach out and touch me. I have to stretch across his big body, until I”m closer to his face. Ford licks his lips, and I think he knows where I”m going with this. “How about you use your mouth instead?”
My headboard makes a loud creaking sound, and I”m afraid he might crack the wood. This isn”t cheap, pressed particleboard either.
“Would you like to touch me?”
“Please,” he begs.
I look into his eyes and drop the playful expression for just a moment. “I stay on top, okay?”
“Whatever you need,” he whispers.
“Right now what I need is for you to grope my tits and suck my nipples,” I say, and I don”t know where this brash confidence is coming from.
“Holy shit, that is the hottest fucking thing I”ve ever heard come out of your mouth,” he growls.
Taking orders seems to be getting easier for him, because he wastes no time following this one.
He”s less cautious with me, and he enthusiastically kneads my flesh like he used to. Holding on, he guides one into his mouth. He seeks payback for what I did to him earlier by swirling his tongue around my nipple, drawing it into a tight peak. When he’s teased it into an over-sensitized bundle of nerves he bites down and stretches. There’s a slight sting, but just the right amount where your body can’t tell if it’s feeling pleasure or pain. He increases the sensation by sucking hard, and it makes my core clench and feel empty.
I whimper, needing to be filled, but not wanting him to stop. He pays attention to my other breast, and the ache in my pussy makes me nearly feral.
“What do you want me to do, baby? Just say the words. Especially if they”re dirty.”
“I can”t decide if I want to suck your cock more or if I want your tongue in my pussy,” I answer him. I wonder if Carol slipped whiskey in my coffee, but I think I”m actually just drunk on Ford.
It’s the spicy scent of his skin and the smooth feel of it over the steel of his muscles. The odd mix of familiarity and excitement swirling in my stomach. He always makes my head spin, but right now I feel like I”m flying.
“Am I dead? This is how I pictured heaven,” he says, interrupting my wandering thoughts.
I swat at his chest. “I was actually being serious.”
He just groans in response, then exhales a puff of air. “Let me ask you then. Are you planning on riding my cock? Because my recovery time isn’t bad, but I won”t last if you put your lips around me.”
I pout. “I feel like you”re taking away my favorite toy.”
His hands slide up and down my thighs while his thumbs apply pressure up toward my mound. With each pass they get closer until he’s brushing against the edge of my panties. “I was a little afraid that it would be hard for me to hand over any control, but I think you may have just unlocked a new kink for me. Being used by you as a toy, it seems I am so down for that. If blowing me means that much to you, you can do it whenever you want to.”
I know he”s teasing me, but I”m not kidding. I think I”m developing a little bit of an obsession with his dick. Part of it is knowing that I”m the one who can turn this beautiful man into a puddle of lust. It just does something to me. Or maybe it”s all that time I”ve had to watch other girls chasing after him and pretending like I was fine with our fuck buddy arrangement. This time I am the one who can touch him whenever I want, and all those other bitches can die jealous.
“I suppose my oral fixation can wait until later,” I tease him.
I feel his chest vibrate, and a primal rumbling sound comes from him. “Mine can’t,” he says. Then his big hands slide under my hips, and he lifts me up and props me over his face.
“You”re still in charge, but let me take care of you for a couple of minutes,” he says against my mound, then nibbles his way down to my fabric-covered clit.
“Only a couple of minutes?” I jokingly complain.
“I”ll eat you until you come all over my face, and then I will lick you clean. Does that make it better?” he amends.
A shiver runs through my body. “Much,” I answer breathily.
“Hold onto the headboard, Vixen. By the way, you don’t really like these underwear, do you?”
“Yeah, why?” I ask confused.
His hands grab one side of the material and rip it apart. Then he does it again on the other side. Now I”m bared to him, and nothing is between us. “I’ll get you new ones. There was no way I was letting you move unless you”re rocking back and forth on my face. The underwear are replaceable.”
With his hands on either side of my legs, he pulls me down hard, and wastes no time seeking out my throbbing clit. He draws circles around it with his tongue like I had been torturing him earlier. Just as I start to adjust to the pattern, he starts to alternate between that and fucking me with his tongue. I hold onto the headboard like he said, and all thoughts, except for the feelings he is giving me leave my mind. I mindlessly grind myself on him, and he pulls me down each time to encourage me to ride him harder.
He feasts on me. There”s just no other way to describe it. He licks me as if he is starved for the taste of my skin. The sounds he makes would have embarrassed me before. He doesn”t try and hide the slurping sounds because of how wet he has made me. I”m surprised I’m this turned on, considering how reticent I was just yesterday.
I feel the climax start to build, and it startles me a little bit. I squeeze my thighs around his head and he groans. He pulls harder and I wonder how he can even breathe. He doesn’t seem the slightest bit concerned as he increases the speed and the pressure he’s using to work my pussy. I have to hold onto the headboard for dear life because every cell in my body is exploding into brilliant, bright, sparkling fireworks. When it all becomes too much, I scream, and feel like my entire being is transported to another dimension. I somehow have enough mental capacity left to lean to the side when I collapse so I don’t crush him.
When my vision returns to normal, I look over and catch him looking at me. His face is glistening with the evidence of my climax, and I find it doesn”t bother me. I’m amused at how proud he is of himself. He makes to kiss me, and I halfheartedly push him away until he rolls over and wipes his face on the sheets. I make a mental note to change those later. Much later, because we are far from done.